Derrick Brady was tired of everyone pushing him around - and he did mean EVERYONE. People loved getting his help when it came time to ask for some scientific aptitude, but actually treating him well before then? It just didn't seem to compute. Derrick was a sandy blond haired young man, tall and skinny, he couldn't grow hair on his face if he wanted to, on top of needing to wear a pair of blocky glasses. He usually wore a trench coat over a long sleeved black t-shirt, jeans, and boots - all of which furthered a vibe of "stay away from me".
He looked at the window outside his room as he worked.
There he was. Happily going about his day to day life. Jack Brady, the family's hero. A year older than Derrick, Jack was his opposite in a number of ways. Golden blond hair cut long on top and short on the sides, Jack was built like a bodybuilder on top of being involved in high school football - even though it was obvious by now that he regarded the weightlifting as the most important thing rather than the sport.
It didn't hurt that Jack had a wide variety of options open to him for college.
It just wasn't fair, Derrick felt like crying. Jack should've been just as dumb as a lot of his classmates and fellow athletes, but instead, somehow, Jack was smart. Not Derrick smart, but then few people were. But there was surprisingly more going on in that head than one might expect. Jack also dated around - because of course he did. Derrick could barely maintain a relationship, and here he overheard his brother angsting about how he juuuuust couldn't choose!
Monogamy was just not Jack's thing.
On top of being just...too good, Jack had some habits that maybe could be excused normally, but with the way the house was constructed, Derrick was far less inclined to forgive on those counts. The walls were very thin, and the two of them were literally on top of each other in terms of their rooms. Derrick's was directly on top of Jack's room. So every single time Jack got so thunderously horny, ran in, and jerked off frantically, grunting and groaning the whole while, Derrick heard him the whole time.
His parents, Dave and Claudia, were on the opposite end of the house, and so there was enough to block them from having to hear THAT. Of course, Dave used to be quite the jock himself, so Derrick didn't expect him to be much help. And Claudia had been a cheerleader, of course.
Sure, when Derrick confronted him over it, Jack had the decency to seem embarrassed, apologize, and say he'd try to control himself. But it was inevitable that something would push Jack over the edge. Maybe, Derrick thought, his brother had some kind of hypersexuality going on. Nymphomania. But with as poorly as Jack controlled it, Derrick didn't find it in himself to care at all. He just wanted to reverse the issue at hand.
And he had found his way to do so.
On top of being a well versed scientist, Derrick was a skilled hacker. He'd found some sort of government project that was due to be transported out. Supposedly, it was capable of rewriting the body and acting upon it with some sort of changing agent. Really skeevy, experimental shit. So of course, in the heat of the moment, Derrick diverted it to come to his own house. Which he brought up to his room while distracting his family.
He didn't exactly get the whole of the mechanism - he wasn't a super genius after all - but he got enough of it to know this strange blue liquid, continuously dividing and regenerating inside the container such that it could maintain a similar amount inside, could change people. By mixing it with certain biological substances he could change the individual into an example of whatever that substance was. Or it could, with the addition of someone's own DNA, affect the person's age via a secondary compound. Supposedly, red powder made living matter older, and blue powder made living matter younger. Supposedly, both powders also affected the fitness of the regenerating or aging individual in a positive way. He saw the notes and results done with it. He looked at himself in the mirror by his bed.
And then Derrick looked out the window again.
Derrick saw Jack out there tossing around a pigskin with his friends from school. Seemed he was having a normal day today. A slow smile crept over Derrick's face as he looked at the substance. He contemplated how he could do this. He could change Jack a number of ways... he knew that Jack always loved to have some refreshments after running around out there with his friends. Usually Poweraid.
Or... Derrick looked himself over once more. He could always do with a change himself. Maybe he could do something with himself and some of that powder?
Decisions, decisions...